Akshat Bharti (18 January 1995 / India)

Standing alone in the tsunami of life
I miss those figures full of happiness who could have made me strive
I miss them so much that stressing it also makes me cry
The pillars of my life
My origin
They talk to me, they love me
Through those old tinted portraits……
Realizing how immature I was a feeling of
Hatred arises within me, for me
I left you to entertain myself with worlds leisure
Disgusted I was, I thought
I left you, when you needed me
Such a fool I was
And now when I need you
You are not there to help me even though you would have wanted to
When you were awoken by death
I was still sleeping
And now when my eyes are open
You are relaxing in the bosom of heaven

My life, your seed
Has become a tree
Shedding leaves
I have given rise to another seed
And now I know how pillars are supposed to be
Now your advice has become the path of my life